In the Walls

Leave no eye open To weep for the fallen A strange stillness Has started to sink in Inside the wall is scum and trash Blind from birth, only see what they lack Outside these walls, filth and shame Standing on unmarked asylum graves Something in the walls I hear them scratch, I hear them crawl Something in the walls The lurking fear has trapped them all When you're in league with vermin and bums It's no surprise all you get is crumbs When you're the worst, the worst of all kinds No one's shocked you're trapped inside Something in the walls I hear them scratch, I hear them crawl Something in the walls The lurking dread has trapped them all Something in the walls Blessed are the blind that feed them well Rats, rats